Source: Easily Aroused

Source: Smart Girls

But then in the middle of the night… movement. He's behind me and his fingers find all the right spots. His breath gets ragged in my ear and my body arches toward his. Almost desperate sex, fiercely aggressive yet tender in the way he hangs on to me, squeezing me as tight as he can, holding onto my shoulder and my hip with all the power he can muster, his arms around my back full of emotion.

Then he says: "I swear I wasn't even awake when I started doing that to you…"

Later we're facing each other, me sitting on top of him, and we can't stop staring at each other and kissing deeply. The silence of the room in the middle of the night holds all the words we can't quite say yet, all the things that really might be, all the things we'd be crazy to let go of in the moments when it's all so clear.

And then we sleep again.

And later I'm sure it's the way we sleep that tells me what he's thinking when he's awake. He curls around me all night, pulls me closer, doesn't let me go too far. I stretch for air and he pulls me back in. I move to the other side of the bed and his leg wraps around mine. His hand squeezes mine when he doesn’t even know it. When I wake up he’s already awake, either hard behind me or softly stroking my side.

Source: Suzanne Portnoy

The temptation to stay home is short-lived tonight, bested by the temptations to be found at Rio's and the opportunity to be seduced by an anonymous male and serviced by him. I've got a web date and, although, as usual for a Friday, part of me wants to take the easy option and send him a text to call the whole thing off, I can't. My date has travelled from Winchester to see me. Calling it off so late, and after his two-and-a-half-hour drive, would be rude. I was brought up to be a good girl.
His picture and his profile on TotallyGorgeous.com look pretty good. His photo shows off fair hair and broad shoulders. He is wearing a blue Lacoste shirt - public-schoolboy vanilla - but he looks tall and athletic and his broad shoulders stretch the cotton at the collar and sleeve. Nice. Not as "totally gorgeous" as the site's name promises, not a super- model, but good enough for one evening. He said he works in finance, which, since he lives too far south to work in the City, makes me wonder if he sells pension plans: boring.
"What are you into?" he asked, after a few email exchanges, when we spoke on the phone. "Do you ever go out clubbing?"
I told him I went to fetish clubs from time to time, and that excited him. He actually gasped, which made me wonder just how extensive a sexual history someone in a Lacoste shirt really had in his life. I always get worried when guys think going to a fetish club is the height of decadence. Anyone who's ever spent ten minutes in Torture Garden knows these places are costume parties for grown-ups. There's always the same middle-aged man in chaps being spanked by his overweight dominatrix partner, while hotties hover on the periphery, watching the show.
"I wouldn't mind being your companion at a fetish club if you're ever short of a date," Mr Lacoste had said. He seemed disappointed when I told him I had a regular partner for fetish-club nights, but we agreed to get together anyway.
The only other guy I've met on TotallyGorgeous was also in finance - a banker with a penchant for talking dirty but who had bi-polar disorder. Halfway through a blowjob he said to me, in his upper-crust English accent, "You know, I haven't had an orgasm in ten years."
I took this as a challenge, the equivalent of climbing Mount Everest to make him come. I failed. He was on lithium. While I was on Everest, he was in the clouds. I got a nice steak frites from the banker, at least.
Tonight I'm hoping for three courses and a sexual aperitif...

Source: Accidental Mistress

We were hooked up by mutual friends and I have to admit, I gave it up the first night! Fuck waiting! I was wildly attracted to him and I wanted to fuck him into next week...and so I did.

We engaged in a little small talk and the next minute, I was on his lap pulling his shirt off. I wasn't feeling too shy that day as you can tell. Sometimes, I get a little animalistic, I don't know why...it's my nature I guess. But I made the first move and I knew he'd have no objections. I was all over him and when I pulled his belt off and unzipped his pants, I almost went into cardiac arrest. His dick could've had it's own zip code! Now, you guys know I like my dicks to come in two sizes...big and BIGGER! Well, he was gigantic! Not in a scary, intimidating way, but in a sexy, "slide-that-thing-into-me this-minute" way!

Anyway, we didn't even bother getting to a bed because there was NO time for that. We had sex all over my living room floor! We were so sexually compatible and totally in sync. I may have been the aggressor early on but soon he took over that role. I really like a guy to be a little forceful with me during sex and he seemed to sense that. I had numerous orgasms in just about every position you can imagine. One minute I was on top riding him and the next minute he was on top of me giving me slow, deep penetration that sent my entire body in spasms. When he finally positioned himself behind me (yes, my favorite) I was kinda worn out but there was no way I wanted him to stop.

The moment he entered me from behind, I felt a little smack. It startled me but my first thought was "hmm...that felt goooooood!" I let out a moan to encourage him to give me more and soon he was smacking my ass harder and harder as he fucked me. He was a one man show. He was fucking me, smacking me ass, softly biting the back of my neck, and talking oh so dirty to me. Oh it was unbelievably sexy! He kept telling me how much he loved my pussy and asking me if I was enjoying my spanking...it was mind-blowing. The combination of his huge dick sliding in and out of me and his hand slapping my ass brought me to one of my most intense orgasms EVER. Just thinking about it makes me hot.

Damn I need a spanking.

Source: Biker's Balls And Teacher's Tits

My husband pulled off my pants and I he stared down at my semi-naked body. His fingers caressed my skin. His tongue glided over my one nipple and his thumb and finger pinched the other one. Goose bumps appeared on my skin as I felt myself becoming more and more excited by his touch. He brought all the nerves of my body to attention and it seemed as if every touch was heighted and that heightening made it feel as if I could actually feel my pussy throbbing in time to his every caress. My back arched up off of the bed. We are always so connected physically and mentally that The Biker knew exactly what is happening deep inside me, every motion of my muscles, every tingle, every thought, he knew, so he decided to slow down the pace of his tongue on my skin. Torture, complete and utter torture.

Just as the ticklish sensation started to diminish, as my skin grew acquainted to what he was doing with his tongue, he started to kiss and gently trace my bikini line with his tongue. His hands rubbed up and down against my inner thigh, my wetness seeped through my pussy lips making the crotch of my panties wet.

The Biker took off my panties and was able to see how wet he made me because of how much he turns me on. He turned me over so that I was on all fours and he ordered me in his sweet forceful way to sit on his face. With his help, I did what I was told. My husband knows me so well and he knows how sensitive my quivering pussy feels at the moment when he begins to tease it with his touch. He teased and sucked on my lower lips and avoided my clit, even though I wanted him to suck it too. I could feel my first orgasm rising to its summit and I wanted to grind myself on his mouth, but I knew that he would not allow that. My legs began to tremble as he ran his tongue along my aroused and hard clit. He searched inside my cunt, fucking me with his tongue.

Source: Damsels And The Deranged

I entered the sauna and took a deep breath. I sat down in the simmering heat and started to concentrate on anything but the hot little body I just left in the tub. Was a fruitless task as I was there for only moments when she entered and sat close to me. My towel covered my returning excitement and I flirted with her some more. The conversation went to fitness and just what the benefits were in sitting in a sauna. She mentioned something about the pores of the skin opening. My mind was on something else...and I went there. I blurted, "The biggest benefit of a sauna for me right now is the lovely view of your nipples that your sweat has allowed me to view through the fabric of your top". Yes, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence, but I broke it by putting my hand behind her neck and pulling her mouth close to mine. I kissed her deeply, with a mission to not stop until she responded.

Respond she did and did well. However, upon both my hands massaging her privates through her sweaty bikini she backed away and voiced her concern about someone else coming into the sauna. I placed her towel over her body and she got the idea quickly. Under the towel my hand roamed her body until finding it's way into her bikini bottom and stroking her tender area until she signaled that I was right on the money. She breathed heavy and weazed through her clenched teeth to keep from screaming when her body rocked in orgasm.

She quickly got herself together and her hand dived under the towel on my lap. Her strong spry fingers took little time to induce my raging cock into exploding onto her digits and into my towel. I sat there catching my breath. She looked at me in animal like lust and took two of her cum drenched fingers, put them in her mouth and sucked on them slowly like she was burning the frost off of a popsicle.

As she got herself together I mentioned a natural endeavour to continue in a place more private. She said she would be changed, outside and ready to go wherever I wished to take her. I said, "as far as you wish to travel". She said, "you're driving Mister" as she stolled out of the sauna.

Source: Sexcapades

30 seconds. That's about how long we were in the room before we started ripping clothes off of each other. Hot. I can still taste him, still feel his hard kisses on my throat as he struggled with the belt of my dress. The dress that underneath were no panties and he knew it. Finally, clothes off, he backed me up across the room to the bed and down I went, with him following. Damn it was good to feel the weight of his body on top of mine. We'd waited so long for this moment, talked about it for what seems like forever. Now it was happening.

He ran his hands all over my body, every inch burned from his touch. It was as if my senses were set on overdrive, the touch of his hand was electric. His knees between my legs opened to part my own and quickly I could feel that his rock hard cock was ready. Even though we had all weekend long together, there was a sense of urgency to the moment - I couldn't have him fast enough, he couldn't bear to wait another moment to plunge into me. Mmmmmmmmmm OH MY!!! Bigger than I had dreamed of....mmmmmmmmmm. Minutes turned into hours and all sorts of naughtiness ensued. I don't know what was better or hotter, when he wrapped his hands around my throat and at my request, squeezed... Or maybe it was when I whispered in his ear, "turn me over and fuck my ass." He did everything I asked. I gave everything I had.

Source: Pick Up The Pieces

My eyes open to take you in, to look in your eyes. I see sweat glistening on your chest and your brow. I see your nipples hard and delicious as lean down to taste the salt of your sweat. My own nipples grazing your skin. You shudder as your cock still pulses and twitches in my cunt.

I lift myself up and shimmy down your body to be between your legs. Your cum dripping down my thighs. My nipples making a path down your belly, down your thighs as I take you in my mouth. My tongue swirls over your still erect cock, taunting and teasing you while every nerve still dances in your cock. Lay back and allow me to suck our juices from your cock.

Now, kiss me. Let me taste us on your lips as I take control of you. My teeth digging into your lower lip and I raise you off me and flip you onto your back. Feel my hand around your throat, holding you there. Spread your legs wide for me as I raise your legs to kiss your calves, behind your knees, up your thighs. Feel my tongue wide and flat move across your pussy, across your lips and over your still swollen clit. Feel me lick you with a flat, broad tongue. This time I will begin at your ass, swirling that soft spot. Then, feel me suck your lips into my mouth as I roll them against my teeth with my tongue. Feel me suck your clit between my lips and hold you there with my teeth. Just a slight pressure as I flick across your clit with my tongue. Feel as I push two fingers into you and curl them up to stroke your g-spot. Wider. That's it.

yes

Feel my fingers rotate in you as I put a third finger in you, my thumb resting on your ass. Do you feel the pressure there?

Source: Learn As You Go

I keep moving my hands in front, like a serpent-tricked looking for a figleaf or two. I wonder if it arouses him to see me struggling a bit like this.

"I... feel suddenly reluctant, to show you...my...cunt..." I confess.
"Why?" he questions, both concerned and amused.
"I dunno," I say stubbornly, with an exaggerated, childish shrug.

He laughs.

It is a ridiculous time to want to be demure. I lift up my chin, and part my legs determinedly, stretching my back up. I seek out my clit with my fingers and sigh.

"Remember," he reminds me, "to tell me when you're going to cum."

"I can make you cum any time I want." he adds off-hand. "But today I want it up to you."

To that, I have nothing to say.

The heated tension between my thighs, waiting patiently throughout the technical and personal difficulties, begins to infuriate me. I want to shake it off into pieces, like a terrier with a chew toy. Just gneah, now, be gone. My fingers speed up, urgent. I groan. My image groans.

The screensaver comes up.

"Hmm.. screensaver's popped up... Do I want to see myself?" I ponder to him out loud.

"I don't know, you tell me. Do you like to watch yourself?"

"I guess that's a yes," he says, as I lean towards the mouse to move it.

It is. I put my hand back. Now, now, now.

"I want to cum," I pout, after a couple of minutes of frantic strokes and sighs.
"Cum then, babe. What's stopping you?"

Good question. I go back to it. I begin to build, but too fast, not right, like my insides are coiling too loosely. Or like I'm running with a drink, spilling it all over the place. I am just about to get there, but it's not quite the there that I want, and I force myself to pull back, stop, panting.